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A Fishy Legend by Richard Yocom Granddad Herbert Hamlin clinked his glass with a spoon: “We owe thanks for this feast to Richard, who pulled this five pound German Brown out of the Truckee today. Robert and I got skunked but Richard pulled this baby in on one cast off a big boulder.” The hotel’s […]

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Summer Relief by Angela Spires The first time I saw the Truckee River was in causal passing. I wasn’t impressed. The next time I saw the river, I actually saw the river. I stood on a bridge near Wingfield park, listening to music from a festival taking place. Young children stood in the shallow pools, […]

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Walking Companions by Jill Flanzraich  My husband and I were born in New York City. In 1994, we relocated to Las Vegas. When our daughter enrolled in the UNR Reynold’s Journalism School in 2003 we met Reno. I recall admiring the Truckee on March 3, 2006 when our daughter took us to dinner at Wild River Grille to […]

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Course of the River by Karen Ross Cover photo by Brennan O’Keefe The course of a river can change the course of a life. That night. Strolling the banks of the Truckee, internal walls began to crumble. Stones around my heart shifted and drifted. Standing at the water’s edge, experiencing the exhilaration of a new […]

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The Years Before by MacKenzie Gansert There were years before the river fell prey to the random and sporadic cycles of the unknowable winters, before the water was used up by the early spring and the Truckee was no more than a trickling rivulet feebly falling down the rock bed towards Pyramid Lake. In those […]

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Skipping Stones by Keith Froslie We stood ankle deep in cutoffs and tennies in a gentle bend of the Truckee River near Verdi. She wore a floral bikini top. My Maroon 5 t-shirt was drying on our inner tubes near a leaning cottonwood. A cloudless blue Nevada sky in an early August afternoon found us skipping stones, […]

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Strawberries by Debbie “Sam” Smith I grew up on the river from third grade on. The house I grew up in was a great pit stop, but my ‘home’ was on the river and its banks. When I was young, I made forts in the undergrowth of willows, cottonwoods and tall grasses. My neighbor and […]

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Snow and Flood (2017) by Jessica Escobar First Snow of 2017   Not a shroud, but a chrysalis. Not a dead world, but a dreaming one. Subdued, but not silenced. Evening air as still as ice that a V of geese shatters. Crescent moon pale through a nimbus veil of chiffon. Frigid waters before fairy castles […]

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Hungry River by Cyndy Cendagorta I was born next to a hungry river. I was swaddled at St. Mary’s Hospital on the banks of the Truckee and bundled across the Virginia Street bridge on the ride home. My childhood best friend George was swaddled at the same hospital and bundled across the same bridge, to a […]

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